The Golden Circuit
The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a thick, greasy curtain that turned the gaslights of the district into smeared halos of amber and sickly yellow, blurring the sharp edges of the cobblestones until the street itself seemed to dissolve into a soft, wet rot that threatened to pull you under. You stood at the edge of the platform, your uniform damp and clinging to your ribs, the...
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